Igor's complaints made Guzan and Soron feel quite dizzy. Never before had they encountered such a response. Most people they met were overly cautious, worrying about this and that, always fearing that overly powerful spells would bring disaster to the world.
But now, Igor's simple answer was like a window suddenly opened in a sealed room, letting in a breath of fresh, invigorating air.
The view outside was entirely different; compared to the stale, dead atmosphere inside, the world outside was vibrant with life. Those tender green saplings would one day grow into towering trees.
Guzan and Soron watched Igor without a word. It had been a long time since they'd felt this way—a feeling both new and familiar, like the excitement a child feels upon seeing a new toy.
